DRABBLE FIVE – KNIGHTS AT REST

Drabble Prompt: Rebirth


Merlin can't burn him.

Instead, Lancelot sleeps.

The lake is an ever-silent companion; not even the sidhe speak or venture near. Wildflowers blossom around him, fen violets and fairy flax, and a bed of milkwort beneath his head. From time to time, the waters of the lake lap close to his fingertips, glittering with golden light.

Each day, that cold silence.

Merlin visits him, once. He brushes stray leaves from Lancelot's face and dries the dew from his cloak. He turns away with words turning to dust on his tongue.

Then, one morning, warmth.

Lancelot exhales. Opens his eyes. Remembers.